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Updated: May 8, 2025
Beyond a distant fringe of trees the muddy James went murmuring down its muddy banks, where the blue cranes waited solemnly for the ebbing tide; where the crows cawed hoarsely in their busy, reeling flight, and the buzzards swung high above the marshes.
Snake doctors, limber, long insects with bronze bodies and filmy wings, went back and forth like small living shuttles. Other buzzards passed and repassed, but the squire waited, forgetting the cramps in his elderly limbs and the discomfort of the water in his shoes. At length he heard the bell.
Neither of them, however, do much harm in this respect; and their preying on such animals is an exception, and not a rule. They only do so, probably, when driven to it by hunger. Both species are gregarious, although they do not always appear in flocks. The buzzards, particularly, are often seen hunting alone, or in twos or threes; but their mode of life brings them together in large numbers.
He knew from Uncle Jasper that no matter how far the trail led, or how many years it was ridden, the end of the outlaw was always the same death and the body left to the buzzards. Or else, in some barroom, a footfall from behind and a bullet through the back. The flesh of Andy crawled.
Such men were Jim Hickey and his two companions, who had flocked like buzzards to the border at the first word of trouble. "Waal, thar's that greaser of yours still cuttin' up didoes," drawled Divver. "What's ther matter with ther coyote, anyhow? Say, Ramon, ain't that the main station of yer subway, yonder in ther rock pile?"
And again, with what disdain and contempt you regard such birds as pigeons, turtle-doves, buzzards, wild duck, and teal; hares and foxes, too, which make their appearance from time to time, to kill these never enters your head. What, not the fox, with his splendid bushy tail? Why what do you take me for, good reader? what can I possibly want with that?
"Any white woman on earth would die a thousand deaths and burn for a million years afterward rather than love you!" "I'll see you killed at the stake, beggin' fer mercy, an' be feed fer buzzards," croaked the renegade. "Then kill me now, or you may slip up on one of your cherished buzzard-feasts," cried Joe, with glinting eye and taunting voice.
I then swum round and pushed that 'ere thing afore me, until I had got it high and dry on a sandbar. 'Twur like to melt when I pulled it out o' the water. 'Twa'n't eatable nohow. I see the buzzards still flying about, and fresh ones comin', an' I took a idee that I might get some, so I laid down close to the buffler, and played possum.
"I done so, for I knowed there'd be trouble with the outlaws if I didn't. I ain't never been able to get any of that gold to the assayer. They've been watchin' me like buzzards on a limb over some carrion. I don't get out of their sight. "An' now they've finally got me. I've got a little of the gold in my pocket now here it is."
It was Natzie, child of a warrior leader revered among his people, though no longer spared to guide them Natzie, who eagerly, anxiously searched the length of the dark gorge for sign or signal, and warned her companion to come no further. Over the gloomy depths, a mile away about a jutting point, three or four buzzards were slowly circling, disturbed, yet determined.
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